𝐟𝐰𝐛 - 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐮𝐧𝐠

~nine

@vexie2003

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Twink. Wannabe. Fake. Annoying.

The words echoed in both the boys' minds as Minho drove them to his house.

"Minho..." Jisung began quietly. "Maybe we shouldn't...do this."

The older boy didn't wince, didn't even blink to show any response. "Do what?"

"This. The...the friends with benefits thing..." Jisung grimaced. "I mean, what's the point? It's like two strangers hooking up for no reason."

"We've known each other literally our whole lives. We took baths together when we were two, for Christ's sake."

"But do I know you?" Jisung's voice gained heat. "No. All I know is you get off on shoving me against walls and calling me names. And don't even pretend you know the first thing about me."

The second the words were uttered, Minho stopped the car, unbuckled his seatbelt, and faced Jisung with a sneer. "I don't know anything about you? Really?"

"Name one thing besides the fact that I like monkey bars!"

"I'll do fucking better than that. The day the boy you liked in sixth grade hooked up with Charline Simmons, you cried in the bathroom and wrote, 'The heart dies a slow death, shedding each hope like leaves until one day there are none. No hopes. Nothing remains.' You quoted Chiyo Sakamoto. She started as a lowly, unworthy servant in life. You felt the same way, and still do, which is why you write poetry in that ratty notebook I gave you for your eleventh birthday. The only problem is you're too damn shy and nervous to share it, so you write in that stupid bathroom stall, too scared to take risks and live life." Minho seethed, leaning forward. "You're a coward, Jisung. That's what I know about you."

To Minho's shock and anger, tears brimmed in his baby's eyes, and he immediately felt regret.
"Shit, Ji-" he started, but Ji cut him off.

"I may be afraid, but at least I'm not angry at the world. At least I'm not an arrogant piece of shit that walks around looking like the world owes me just because my girlfriend broke my heart and moved away without telling me-"

"Shut the fuck up," Minho ordered in a low voice, but Jisung didn't stop.

"At least I don't yell at my dad and sneer at my mother because they knew about the stupid girl moving, and at least-"

"Jisung," Minho's voice broke, remembering the girl he thought he'd loved. The girl he'd been friends with, the girl he'd shared his first kiss with. "I wasn't done." Jisung continued to rant.

"I don't-"

"You know when Felix is hurting," Minho snapped over the younger boy, glaring. "You know when anyone is hurting, and you do whatever is in your power to fix it, and even if it's not in your power, even if it's not realistic, you still would fly to the moon, build a civilization, come back and take us there if it meant those you care about were happy."
Jisung's tears didn't stop- they continued streaming down his face as he stared at the older boy.

His words stuck in his throat, but he croaked out his response, because it was needed. Minho needed it. Ji could see the self-loathing in Minho's eyes, and he wanted him to know-
"Minho. Minho," he said, reaching out for the boy'd hands. "I wasn't done either." Minho flinched, expecting more shit thrown at him, and it made Jisung want to kick himself for hurting his friend.

Because they'd known each other their whole lives. They knew each other. And even if they didn't like each other, they were there for each other. They were family.

"You give the best presents, because you know each one of us. You're compassionate, and you genuinely care- you never forget a birthday, you're the first one to volunteer to help one of us, if it means our happiness. You-you..."

Great. They were both sniffling.

Slowly, Minho reached out to wipe away his baby's tears. After a few minutes, Jisung glanced at him shyly.

Minho grinned on the inside. His baby. He leaned closer until they were inches away.

"Now, did I hear you complaining about the way I kiss you up against walls?"